The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 129

Eleven couldn't answer, and Lyra didn't say anything else, "Forget it. Let's go and see what's wrong with him."

After she casually cleared her desk, she drove to the hospital.

In the ward.

Melvin wrapped himself into a Swiss roll and buried his head into the quilt.

The nurse sighed, "Mr. Freeman, you are still feverish. Wrapping yourself in the blanket will not be able to breathe, and ... you need the injection!"

No matter how much the medical staff and Eighteen tried to persuade him, the "Swiss roll" on the hospital bed was determined to ignore it.

Lyra teased as soon as she came in and saw the strange image.

"I'm afraid tomorrow's news will be that the former president of the Freeman group committed suicide for refusing to take an intravenous drip?"

When Eighteen saw her coming, he respectfully called out to her, "Miss."

Lyra responded with a slight nod and walked over to Melvin's bedside.

Not waiting for her to continue to say anything, the"Swiss roll" suddenly reached out a hand to grab her wrist.

Melvin peeked out from under the cover. Because of the fever, his dark eyes looked misty, without the usual domineering coldness, but a bit fragile and pathetic.

He stared at Lyra's face a few times to make sure he wasn't pulling the wrong person.

From now on, he will never mistake anyone again.

"Lyra, you're finally here. I woke up and didn't see you. I missed you ..."

Because of the fever, his nasal voice was a little heavy and his voice sounded a little milky with a sappy tone.

The paramedics and Eighteen were dumbfound by what he just said.

He was still the man who was so hostile and fierce that he would eat them alive when the nurse touched him ten minutes ago?

The change was too fast, right?

Lyra was creeped out by his comment, "So soon your brain is burnt out? If your brain is broken, I can't use it anymore. Just throw it away."

Melvin had no idea what to say now.

The emotions he had just prepared were now completely gone.

"Lyra, I'd like to speak to you alone for a moment."

Lyra thought about it and did not refuse. When she looked at the nurse lady, she said to him, "First get the drip, otherwise no way."

Melvin responded in a low voice with a post-nasal tone, "Okay."

The nurse lady immediately went forward, but saw that he was clutching Lyra's wrist, and she could not give the drip.

Lyra noticed it too and frowned, "Let go. How are you going to get a drip like that?"

Without speaking, Melvin decisively took the other hand out and his right hand was still clutching Lyra's wrist tightly.

In the basement, he was tortured by that drug until he was in a trance.

When the basement door opened and the light shone in, his only thought was to grab the figure he had lost, but no matter how hard he tried, the distance that seemed so close to him never seemed to be touched.

It was a taste that made him more desperate than the torture of the drug.

Now that he was sober and finally re-captured her, he was definitely not going to let go!

He was thinking about it when he felt a force pushing his hand away.

It was Lyra.